bloody government

not sure if i like these but i wrote em anyway see what you think?


Water boy.


Get away from our water ya lousy ould git,

Cos yer pipes are leaking and you don’t want to get wet,

Just cos it’s cheaper to pump ours from the Shannon river,

Is it too cold in Dublin and fixing hands might shiver,

It’s water from limerick that can fix all that you seek,

Fix you’re on damn pipes go and find the leaks,

If you need water from limerick to help with you’re plight,

Take what’s left after we clean up from the shite,

We are sick of hearing how this country just fell,

Stay up in Dublin and get wet as well,

I don’t understand just why you can’t try,

If it’s water you need take a look towards the sky,

But no you’ll take our water your pipes to feed,

While they still leak you want us to pay you for the deed,

Now I know ye think we are all mad in the west,

But this is a very foolhardy quest,

If ye have yare ways then rather then fix the odd pipe,

It is much preferred to put up with all of the hype,

This is a country that has more rain any one I know,

Yet ye want water and can’t find someplace else to go,

And the governing body of Ireland reside in this place,

Is there any one of them still a part of the human race?

But let’s face it there used to be 32 counties in this land,

Six are slowly coming back which is grand,

And the other 25 don’t matter whatsoever at all,

Just as long as their good old Dublin doesn’t fall,

And fall it will I hope, amid all of the hype,

Straight into the Irish sea through a leaky old pipe,

And who will they blame when Dublin is gone and lost,

The 25 counties that don’t matter will have to pay the cost,

Either way they always find something for us to pay,

I’d hand over my lot if that mob in Dublin would just go away,

I think the pipes in Dublin are just like our lot in the Dail,

Leaking money to the banks like a sieve helping us fall,

In all the years the governments and their pipes were leaking,

In Dublin it appears there is no water keeping,

Keep on if you want to fight we’ll oblige in a jiffy,

But if you’re desperate for water take it out of the Liffy,

24 Nov. 11

Budget 2012


So they’ve come out with it at long last,

A budget to beat all that has gone before and passed,

The people we entrusted our country to save,

Have driven us further back then the African slaves,

While they’re all shouting about who’s to blame for what,

Every home in the country has less food in their pot,

It’s still the same old story of how the rich behave,

While the less well off have nothing to save,

The usual suspects are who we have to thank,

The same old cronies who now own the banks,

They are driving the average person off the road,

No job in delivery now they can’t afford to carry any load,

If you’re an invalid and just happen to be young,

Postpone your illness till you’re older or dead and gone,

I am sad to say this country is not worth living in at all,

Unless you have a room up in Dublin in the Dail,

They say it has to be done they don’t have a choice,

Did they not hear any one in Ireland give voice?

Thousands Enda wants to give one of the lads a nice raise,

Who will he blame when the country is ablaze?

All their promises made to have them elected,

Are now null and void until the money is collected,

Like a jester in the court of King Henry the eight,

Tax everything but close all the gates,

And if anyone knocks and wants to come work in the Dail,

If they’re not friend or family they have no hope at all,

Hang on it’s the first day after the budget was called,

That thing about invalidity has just been stalled,

Oh yes now the whole country can sigh in relief,

A morsel of sense from our guardian chief,

Clever old sod is this Enda Kenny,

It’s paused until he can find a new way to grab the pennies,

With not a single job worth having in the country this day,

Might be a good idea to emigrate and all go away,

Head out across the globe in search of new lives,

Let the missus stay home and claim deserted wives,

And do what most do when in foreign lands,

With her book and what we send home she’ll be grand,

For democracy and freedom in 1916 there was a fight,

In 2013 there looks like being another, to put things right.

7 December 2011